letter to my brudda (nightcore version|Explicit) - 21 Savage

Lyrics by：Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Tyrese McGriff/Paola Barba/Kavi Lybarger/Park Min Geon/Tchakalla Anthony Romeo/William Boyette

Composed by：Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Tyrese McGriff/Paola Barba/Kavi Lybarger/Park Min Geon/Tchakalla Anthony Romeo/William Boyette

Produced by：Lil Tyh/KXVI/g06beatz

Woah woah woah

Woah woah woah

Woah

Once you 'cross that line it

Ain't no tryin' to fix it

You want me to forgive you let's be realistic

I can't kick it with your kind like

I tore my meniscus

How you go from co-defendant to

A ******* witness

They'll stand on couches with you

But won't stand on business

Woah

I watched everybody turn on my brother

Like he ain't have 'em out here

Flyin' jets and ******* *******

This **** ridiculous

I feel your pain my brother

I know you from the struggle

I know how hard you hustled just

To take care of your mother

I know you took clothes off your back

For niggas you call brother

I know how hard it get in this jungle

Tryna prevail without bein' tried like you no sucker

Huh life's a ************ yeah

I know ain't nobody perfect

But what's the point in makin' it

Out if all they do is cuff ya

You know we be comin' from like

The worst conditions the worst circumstances

The trenches the gutter

And sometimes we be forced to make decisions

That we don't even wanna make

It be about survival

At the end of the day we be havin' good hearts

They just be in bad places

I guess that's life though

Father God forgive me for my sins

Take the mask off all my enemies

That's out here actin' like my friends

Did some **** I'm prayin' I never gotta do again

I put blood sweat and tears inside this win

If I take care of my hood the prosecutor call me Gotti

Turn my back on the hood they probably

Kill me probably rob me

It's a Catch-22 I'm bein' honest

Hard work tryna keep the past behind me

I still be havin' flashbacks 'bout Johnny

Fast forward and the major label signed me

Had to hustle had to focus perseverance

Mama used to go to TJ Maxx and shop on clearance

Tayman and CJ I can still feel they spirits

Skinny and Wanwan used to rap I know they hear it

It ain't that easy puttin' pain inside of lyrics

Send this up to Heaven so they can clear it

Y'all know like real street niggas gon' feel this ****

And I don't want niggas to get misunderstood

'Cause the rules we live by don't even matter no more

Just a just a setback for you to come back

Can't hold a nigga down forever

Know what I'm sayin'

'Til then we gon' hold this **** down straight up